My hair is in my eyes,
it’s a tragedy.
black sunburnt leaves floating
spiralling down
in the winds of depression
I am an emo.
Surviving in the pain and suffering
that I call existence.
emotional emotionally hardcore
Suicide is such an unjust ending
when your shoe lace is undone.
that’s heavy
That is honestly one of the best poems you ever wrote! Absolutely loved it. Maybe because it’s so different…
Thanks Dude, because of this comment I sent ’emo’ off to an Australasian magazine, maybe they will publish it. 🙂